A member of the progressive Twickenham school of musicians also including Mystery Jets and Larrikin Love, at his best Jamie T condenses the dynamics of grime, the skank of reggae and the wailing shouts of a drunk man into perfect bass-guitar pop. After the all-out anthemic warfare of ‘Salvador’ and ‘Sheila’, this single is a comparatively sensitive and songwriterly confection. The way radio seems to have taken to it, it might even get him into the charts.
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